2 comments/ 18795 views/ 16 favorites Vice Control Service Ch. 01 By: 1818 This is my first piece of erotica ever. I'm open to feedback and suggestions. I have a hundred places I want to take this story but I haven't the time to write it yet. I think I'll work on something a little less male-chauvinistic in the future, but for right now this is all I have. Thanks. ***** Liz was nauseated. Today was her eighteenth birthday. The day every girl spent their lives preparing for. Final examinations were upon her. Following the educational mandates, she had just spent her entire previous week taking her final exams in every subject she had studied since the beginning of her schooling. Though it wasn't her academics that troubled her. Liz had always been the most studious and dedicated student in her class and she was sure that she scored higher than the majority of the other girls. Her parents, as any good parents would, had raised her to take her education very seriously. But they feared the physical examinations that they knew their daughter would one day be subjected to, just as any girls parents would. Every female in the nation must be examined on their eighteenth birthday. But nothing they could have done could prevent mother nature from intervening. Liz's large double D breasts were a prized trait for the Vice Control Service, and the Career Placement Board did not discriminate on an individual basis. The best grades in the world couldn't hide her natural beauty. Liz dragged her feet as she entered her school. It was a large building, one of the largest in the entire New England District. Her parents followed closely behind with her luggage. Regardless of where she was placed, Liz would be shipped off in a few hours to wherever the Board saw fit. A few girls in the foyer quickly looked down after realizing that they had made eye contact with her. They knew her chances, and they knew that they would one day be subjected to the same irreversible decision of the Board. "I'm going to University" she reassured herself as she turned to face the door to the examiner's office. "This is as far as we can go honey" Liz's father said in his unusually soft and sympathetic tone. "You'll make a fine doctor or engineer" he said with a forced smile. "Thanks dad." "Don't forget to slouch!" exclaimed her mother. Liz cracked a small smile. "And don't look so god damned happy!" her mother cried. "Sorry... I'm going to miss you" Liz said to her parents and she began to well up with tears. "A year will go by faster than you can imagine love. Please, don't stress. Try and stay positive. You're not even going to remember our names after a year of University" her father said to her with a laugh. "Take care Elizabeth and stay away from those University boys. They're nothing but trouble" her mother added. Liz embraced her parents one final time and then hastily walked through the door to await her fate. Inside, Liz found what looked exactly like a doctors waiting room. It was full of girls that, just like herself, were turning eighteen today. She walked over to the reception window where she was told to have a seat and wait for her name to be called. She scanned the room and quickly found an open chair. She moved over to the corner of the room and sat down. She marveled at the room full of girls whom she shared a birthday with. They were all of different races, hair colors, and weights. "I got this," she thought to herself, "just another exam..." "Brooke Miller?", the receptionist's voice rang out over the intercom. Liz watched as an averaged height, short black-haired girl stood up and walked over to the reception window. "Go in through the door behind me, the examiner is waiting for you" spoke the receptionist. With that said, the girl turned and walked over to the door. She paused for a moment before opening the door, and then with her head bowed, she entered the examiner's office. ------------------------- "OK miss Miller, please try and relax. I'm just going to examine your genital areas so that I can evaluate your sexual health and of course your activity" the examiner stated to Brooke in a nonchalant manner. Brooke lay there strapped to the gynecological table completely naked in front of this man. He was middle aged, neither attractive nor hideous, and he went about inspecting her body as if he was a mechanic inspecting a vehicle. "Hymen still intact. A virgin, eh? Saving yourself for University I see?" poised the examiner with his face staring right at Brooke's sex. "Yes" she answered coldly and simply. "Trying to dodge being placed in VCS like the others?" Her nerves shot through her veins, "No" she whimpered defensively. "Relax," said the examiner, "I'm just teasing you. I'm just going through procedures. No girl in her right mind has sex before placement nowadays. You'd practically be asking to be placed in the VCS!" the examiner explained before continuing with his assessment. "Virgin, check." His camera light flashed as he snapped a picture of her untouched private area. He moved around her body methodically, taking pictures as he saw appropriate. After taking a few pictures, the examiner went on to record her basic vital signs. He finally decided to break the awkward silence while taking her blood pressure. "Have you any experience with fellatio miss Miller?" "No sir" she replied. "Not even with a boyfriend, eh? Huh, oh well. Standard protocol states that I am to record an oral exam". He reached over to a drawer under the table and pulled out what Brooke knew was a dildo. After handing it to her, he stood up and went over to the tripod and camcorder that had been set up behind him. After pressing a few buttons he then motioned to the young girl to start sucking the obviously used, slimy, phallic object. She was disgusted, but had no other option but to oblige him. "Who knows where that thing has been? It is even sterile?" she thought to herself. "Don't worry even if you do well I won't administer the advanced oral exam" the doctor said with a grin. "Unfortunately my last subject was very eager to show her abilities", an even bigger grin was on his face now. "She drained my balls for the whole week!" he exclaimed with a big laugh. While trying not to gag on what was she assumed was some stranger's vaginal fluids, Brooke was disgusted by his comment, but nonetheless, she continued giving as poor of a blow job as she possibly could to the dildo in her mouth. After five or so minutes he pressed the stop-record button and interrupted, "OK. You're all set miss Miller. Please dress yourself and precede to the next room where you'll wait for the Board's review. He then unstrapped her from the stirrups and Brooke hastily got up off the table and quickly put her clothes back on. When she was done, she wasted no time in exiting the room. She walked briskly to the door where she immediately opened it without hesitation. "Oh! and happy birthday miss Miller!", the examiner shouted as she left the room. ------------------------- On the other side was a hallway that lead into what revealed itself to be an auditorium. At the front of the room was a large table where four men and three women were seated. Above them, a large banner that read "QUIET, CPB assessments in progress". They were dressed in suits that State officials would normally wear. Sitting at the center of the table was a muscular, gray haired older man in his late fifties to early sixties. He had an intensely stern look on his face and wore a decorated military officer's uniform. He was speaking to a girl that stood at the front of a very long line of other girls, all bearing somber expressions. The room was silent, except for the sounds of breathing and an occasional cough. Brooke quickly found her place in line and patiently waited behind a tall, long blonde-haired girl, who stood upright with an out-of-place air of confidence. Feeling anxious and alone, Brooke tapped the girl gently on the shoulder. The girl turned to face her, and to her surprise, had what was unmistakably a large amount of semen on her forehead, hair, and eyebrows. "Yeah?" said the girl in a cool and collect manner. "Can I help you?" Brooke was baffled. "You... ugh... did you..." "Yup. I blew him. Why? Do I still have some on my face?" "You.. um.. yeah you have it all over your forehead and in your hair. You poor thing you must.." "Don't feel bad", interrupted the blonde. "I want them to see it. I don't care what you think, my mother served twenty-five years in the VCS and made a ton of money over her career. While everyone else is cowering away by running off to University, I'll rise through the ranks of the VCS so quickly that I'll be able to retire by the time I'm thirty. So, while all you college people are out there slaving away for the State, I'll be kicking back in the sanctuary of my own apartment". "But.. all those men.. you'll be used up in a years time!" said Brooke a little to loudly. "I can take it, I'm not a bitch like y..." "Excuse me!" boomed a powerful voice from the front of the room. "You two! Front of the line, now!". Brooke's heart sank. The pair pushed their way to the front of the long line of girls where they came face to face with the uniformed man. The placard on the table before him simply read, 'Director'. "Name" said the director in a stern voice as he pointed to the blonde girl. "Vicky Bates" responded the blonde. "Let's see here..." the director began thumbing through a stack of paperwork on the table in front of him. "Victoria Bates. Born: March 3rd, 2123. Race: Caucasian. Height: 6'-2", Weight: 162 lbs, Hair: hip-length/straight/blonde. Breasts: C-cups. Academics: Strength in criminal justice, weakness in Mathematics. Is this information correct?" "Yes." spoke Vicky with confidence. The director then turned his attention to Brooke. "Name?" "Brooke Miller" The director scanned his pile of dossiers. "Brooke Miller. Born: March 3rd, 2123. Race: Caucasian. Height: 5'-6", Weight: 115 lbs, Hair; shoulder-length/straight/black. Breasts: B-cups. Academics: dual strength in language and mathematics, weakness in philosophy..." Anger flashed through Brooke's mind as she recalled a myriad of times spent rewriting papers and essays in a almost every Philosophy class she had taken since she was a child. The very idea that her professors taught that a way of thinking can be right or wrong infuriated even her most basic intellect. Although she did her best to write in favor of the Order, she knew deep down that their "philosophy" was in fact an ideology, and a freedom-stifling one at that. Despite her best efforts to appease her teachers and professors, her sense of skepticism that her parents carefully instilled in her prevented her from fooling anyone that she was anything but a liberal. Even the association with the term "liberal" was enough to incite a home inspection from police. "I will not repeat myself again miss Miller; is this information correct?!" shouted the director with his authoritative voice. "Yes" quipped Brooke. "We haven't had time to review either of your oral examination recordings. But, due to you're arrogant disregard of the rules in the presence of State officials, we will make our decision immediately based on your preliminary results." Brooke was shaking, tears were welling up in her eyes from shear anxiety. Vicky, on the other hand, held her head high as she calmly stood there awaiting her fate. She didn't have to wait long. The six Board members surrounding the director huddled together only for a few seconds before the director turned back to face the girls. "Victoria Bates, if the half pint of jizz on your face isn't enough to determine your placement, then I don't know what is. The Career Placement Board hereby places you under the indenture of the Vice Control Service. You are to begin training for the position of prostitute immediately." Brooke stood there frozen in terror. "As for you miss Miller, based on your preliminary results and academic standing, the Board has moved to place you in University." spoke the director. She exploded with a burst of relief, tears and smiles, "Oh thank you! Thank you so much I'll do my best to.." "Silence!" shouted the director. "However, miss Miller, your blatant ignorance of the Order's doctrine, coupled with how you conduct yourself in the presence of State officials, is a clear indication of an overactive lower-brain function. University would be wasted on the likes of you." She was empty. An emotional numbness overcame her body almost instantly. "You also show signs of liberal sympathy," the director continued, "Such a convoluted and poisonous mentality disqualifies you from departmental and military placement. Therefore, the Career Placement Board hereby places you under the indenture of the Vice Control Service. You are to begin training to for the position of prostitute immediately." Brooke exploded into a hysterical fit of tears and shrieks. "I'm not a liberal!", she exclaimed. "I'm supposed to be graduating valedictorian! Please! Anything but VCS!" "Guards!" shouted the director. Not more than a second later five men tackled Brooke onto the ground. Her cries and pleads were muffled as they gagged and restrained her. "Make sure to flag miss Miller for disobedience", stated the board member representing the VCS, who up until now had remained silent. "Also, schedule her for some extra-curricular philosophy classes" added the director. Vicky looked on in content. "Stupid liberal bitch" she thought to herself. "Miss Bates" the director said to Vicky as she began following the guards, who were now carrying the hog-tied Brooke, to the exit doors of the auditorium. "Yes director?" asked Vicky. "Hold back while the guards load miss Miller onto the buses. I'd like to see you for a moment in private in my office..." A smile broke out on the stern directors face as he said this. "I'd like to go over the video of your oral examination with you before you depart with the rest of the VCS apprentices". "Sir yes sir!" barked Vicky, who now had a stern face of her own. "What a fine patriot miss Bates" the director said approvingly as he got out of his chair. As he stood, Vicky's eyes rose to meet his. A chill ran down her spine, briefly disrupting her calm demeanor, as all six and a half feet of one of the largest men she had ever seen stood before her. 'Alright board members, let's break for lunch" said the director, "Anyone interested in seeing miss Bates performance is welcome to join me in my office for further review and examination." All four males among the board then stood up and followed the the director to his office, along with Vicky. ------------------------- Liz sat sniffling in her seat on the bench that lined both sides of the hull of the airplane. She was crammed between two girls, both of which were silent. She couldn't believe that after years of intense studying and academic struggle that she had been placed in the hands of the VCS. She was to become a whore. All because of her large double D breasts. She had been crying earlier on the bus. She had thought she would be arriving at a VCS training center, but was surprised to find herself on the runway of a military airport, where the girls from the buses were then crammed into the hulls of carrier jets like paratroopers during wartime. She found what little comfort she had at the thought that she would at least have tonight to sleep; if she could only sleep through the obnoxious blare of the engines. She, along with the other girls, were being shipped across the country to begin their apprenticeship as a prostitute. At least she would be away from her family, she thought to herself. At least they wouldn't have to know her shame. Liz starred blankly off into the distance. She began to drift off to sleep when suddenly she was awoken by an intensely putrid odor that had been lingering since the beginning of the flight. Her gaze moved to the girl who lay bound and gagged on the floor between the two row of benches. The guards had loaded her last, despite all of the seats being taken, and had laid her on the floor for the rest of the girls to see. Whether this was intentional or due to capacity issues was beyond Liz, but she knew for certain that what she was smelling was the poor bound girl's urine. While the girls had been free to use the plane's facilities, no one dared speak to a guard, let alone on the behalf of the girl that lay traumatized on the floor. Soon she was once again distracted by her own anxious mind. Thoughts of her parents, her siblings, aunts and uncles, a whole year she had to endure without seeing them. And of course her boyfriend! Dear god what was he to think once the weekly placement lists became public? They had been dating for two years and were innocently in love. He was aiming to be placed either in University to study accounting or perhaps in the Department of Public Records as a clerk. He himself was not that great looking or intelligent, being short and fat. His parents were of Hispanic decent, and while they were very attractive themselves, he managed to let himself go at a young age. This didn't bother Liz though, as he was very loving and kind. If anything, she was the one that bossed him around! She laughed at the thought. "What are you laughing at?" asked the blonde girl sitting next to her. "Nothing" replied Liz. "What's your name?" asked the blonde. "Liz. Elizabeth. Elizabeth Delillo" she stuttered as she responded. "What's yours?" "Vicky Bates... Delillo huh? I wouldn't have taken you for an Italian?" Liz let out a shy smile, "I know. I think I was adopted" she joked. Liz was short, about 5'-0", with long red hair that went down to her mid-back. She had pasty white skin and showed freckling in some spots on her face, neck and collar, but not so much that she was hideous. Quite the opposite, Liz had an extraordinarily beautiful face, and and even greater smile. She wasn't skinny nor fat, but her slightly larger shape supported her large double D breasts for what they were worth. Feeling somewhat comforted, Liz's attention went back to the girl who lay bound on the floor in front of them. "I think that poor girl just soiled herself. Should we alert the guards?" Liz questioned. "They won't care. All you'll do is get yourself in trouble. She basically tried to attack a board member. I should know, I was there." "Dear god why?" asked Liz with intense interest. "She's a liberal" Vicky simply replied. Liz looked back down at the girl with a renewed sense of horror. It was bad enough that she was being made a prostitute, but to be this close to a liberal frightened her. "Well she smells like pee" said Liz in disgust. "That's not piss" Vicky laughed. "Then what is it!?" Vicky leaned in closer to Liz. To Liz's surprise, the odor intensified. "Cum", replied Vicky. Liz was taken back. Starring right at her was Vicky, whose face had been blanketed in shadow up to this point. The origin of the stench had made itself visible to Liz. She gawked at the site of Vicky's face. It was covered in a thick layer of dried semen. So much so that one of her eyes was glued shut and her hair hardened in the strangest fashion. Vicky smiled as she looked down to the girl that Liz was starring at. With a soft but confident tone, Vicky consoled Liz, "Stick with me and you'll be fine." Vice Control Service Ch. 02 Liz thought the plane was crashing. She awoke to the sensation of the plane's landing gear smashing into the ground bellow them. No, they weren't crashing, she thought, they were landing. Sure enough the loud thudding noise turned into a definite screech, that of a tire braking on hard asphalt. They had arrived. As Liz sat up from the slouched over position she had been sleeping in, she realized that she had been leaning on Vicky's shoulder the entire time. "You're up" stated Vicky, her face, hair, and right eye still glazed over in dried cum. "Where are we?" asked Liz, as if Vicky new. "Beats me. But we've been flying for nearly five hours. Wherever we are, we're far from home". By this point the plane had come to crawl, it's engines peacefully humming as the girls felt the craft taxi off of the runway below them. Liz once again turned her attention to the bound and gagged girl laying on the floor. She had awakened, and although her wrists were bound to her ankles, her head moved freely as she looked around the hull in terror. Before she could properly gather her thoughts, the large steel door at the end of the hull begin to open slowly and mechanically. Light poured in through the cracks blinding the girls, who up until now, had only the fluorescent light bar from the ceiling. The hull door finished it's transformation from wall to ramp and a man in uniform, followed by four others, boarded the plane. As the man in charge began to speak, he stopped abruptly when he realized the sad state of the girl on the floor that lay at his feet. "What's this? An extra?" said the man in uniform. The other four men quickly surrounded the girl. One of these men squatted down and began to examine her. "There's a package tied to her waist sir" said the man as he cut the rope that bound the package to the girl, "It contains her file sir... and special instructions pertaining to her only sir". "Very well. Let's have a look at it" said the man in charge. "Hmm... Brooke Miller... yes I see here... seems like their local Board director had a last minute change of heart. Alright men, leave her tied and gagged, we have ourselves a deviant. Carry her over to processing room 32A and lay her down in the corner for now." "Yes sir" said the four men in unison as they quickly swept Brooke up off the floor and carried her off the plane. "As for the rest of you" said the man in charge, raising his voice for all to here, "my name is Chief Anderson, and, if you haven't guessed by the name, I am Chief Security Officer of this fine institution. You have arrived at Training Center 15137 of the Vice Control Service. Our mission is to provide you with the training and education you need to operate as licensed prostitutes in all twelve of the North American Districts. You will be bathed, fed, clothed, and sheltered for the remainder of your training here, however long that may be". "In addition", Chief Anderson continued, "you will be expected to follow orders and instruction exactly as they are given to you. It goes without saying that any deviation from such an order shall result in punishment. However, you may rest assured that, while you are all here to service your country, you will be reimbursed for your labor, as any other career placement would have." Liz found herself sitting unusually upright. It wasn't that Chief Anderson's presence was intimidating, it was the thought of servicing hundreds of men over the course of the next year that almost made her start to cry again. Almost, if not for the security officer's handsome demeanor. Anderson appeared to be muscularly toned underneath his uniform, and had a friendly, somewhat boyish, expression on his face. He couldn't have been older than thirty-five. "... this cargo represents a unit, and therefore you will be progressing through the next few weeks of training with none-other than the girls you see in front of you now", continued Anderson, "You will not have access to the outside world for the next several months. These are your new peers. By the end of the year, you will have transformed from girls into women. Congratulations to all of you on your career placement. And welcome to Oregon". "Oregon?!" Thought Liz to herself. The North West District was one of the richest districts in the country. Not only had the northwest survived the war unscathed, but it's abundant natural resources spurred an economic boom that hadn't been seen in over a hundred years. "Everyone stand. Follow me off the runway to your new home" barked Anderson. And with his command, approximately fifty individual eighteen year old birthday girls stood up and followed the Chief out into the Oregon sun. "I can't see" Vicky said to Liz, "hold my hand and guide me!". Liz grabbed hold of cum covered Vicky and led her out onto the path behind Chief Anderson. In front of them was a large rectangular concrete building that lacked any outstanding features, except for two large guard towers on one side and a giant steel frame that appeared to be under construction on the other. "I'm ready for this" Vicky stated in a relaxed tone, "I'll be running this dump in a year". Liz again felt comforted by Vicky's strange, but confident, words. Maybe, just maybe she'd make it through this without losing her mind. ------------------------- The girls had been led into yet another large auditorium were another two-hundred plus girls were already seated. As Liz guided Vicky to an open seat, she gazed at her new surrounding. The interior of the building was itself dull and somewhat decrepit. The large block walls that lined the room gave notion that it must have, at some distant time, been utilized as a school, or perhaps a prison even. Regardless of what it had been used for, it was definitely prewar. Despite the large steel frame that dwarfed the training center, the VCS seemed intent on spending as little as possible in upgrading the structure. "Is that the last plane Chief Anderson?" said a woman suddenly from the stage. She must have just turned on her microphone because, up until now, Liz had not been aware of her presence. "Good", she added, "I'd like to welcome you all to the Vice Control Service Training Center #15137" she spoke as if she was welcoming a new class of students to school. In fact, she was. "I know you how anxious you all are at the moment. I assure you, you are now in the best of hands with the VCS. I should know; I was in your seat on my eighteenth birthday. That was seventeen years ago!" Liz heard gasps as the crowd of young girls began to murmur. "Quiet!" shouted one of Anderson's men from the corner. The girls fell silent once again. "No need to fear girls" the woman continued, "I too once thought that I would return to civilian life after my First Service in the VCS." She was referring to to the State's mandatory year of service to the country. All boys and girls, upon reaching their 18th birthday, were assessed by their abilities. The Career Placement Board had been created to sort through which boys and girls were vital to the nation's defense. Mainly, males were conscripted into the military and girls into the VCS, while the rest were permitted to finish out their last year of school before going on to University. Some, however, were deemed too unfit physically and mentally for either, and were thus placed in a government post in one of the State's many departments. "Maybe that's what will happen to Gerardo?" thought Liz of her boyfriend. "Maybe he'll end up in municipal department or something. Maybe even the Department of Redevelopment?" She knew he was neither intelligent enough for University nor fit enough for the military. As her train of thought ran on, the woman on stage continued her speech, "Yet, lo and behold", the women went on, "Here I am before you some seventeen odd years later. The lessons you will learn here will be difficult and trying, but by the end of your year you may be surprised to find yourself attracted to a full time career in the VCS." "That's it!", thought Liz, "He'll probably get drafted into the VCS Narcotics Division!". She began imagining her boyfriend tending flowers on one of the State's many marijuana plantations, or perhaps he would be working as a brewer in one of their distillery plants. "We'd work for the same agency. Oh what a couple we'll make!" Still, the woman on stage pressed on, "... thru Saturday, with Sunday being your one day off for the remainder of your training. Your schedule will vary depending on where in the field you are placed but, once you graduate from this program, you will be allocated two days off per the State's regulations. When you arrive to your dorm, you and your roommate will find a cabinet containing your required VCS reading material. Be sure to have all your books! Good old 15137 is run by humans after all; we make mistakes as well. Your materials should include the Encyclopedia of Sex: Technique, Positions, and Fetishes, The Role of the Whore by the Surgeon General, and a copy of the VCS Prostitution Division Rules and Regulations. And please, don't forget to stop by the outfitting office to pick up your starter uniforms BEFORE you head to sleep for the evening. Don not show up to class unprepared. Not just tomorrow, but ever." ------------------------- Brooke awoke with a gasp, but the sound was muffled by a large object that seemed to be lodged in her mouth. She frantically surveyed her surroundings. She sat upright in a chair with her hands tied behind the back and her feet to it's legs. Two uniformed men stood at her sides. She was in a small room that had only block walls, a door, and a desk, behind which sat Chief Anderson. "Good evening miss Miller" said Anderson in a laid back fashion. She could tell he wasn't military simply by the tone of his voice. Her grandfather had been in the military, and that's not how a military man sounds. 'I'm going to ungag you now. Do not speak until spoken to. I ask the questions. Do you understand?" "mmmhm", attempted Brooke with a simple 'yes'. 'Good, take it off" ordered Anderson to one of the men next to her. Brooke gasped as it had been the first time she had been able to do so in over eight hours. Her jaw, which had also been unable to close during this time, was extremely sore as well. She reached her hand to touch it. "I don't care about why they sent you here at the last minute. What I do care about is the safety of my center and all of those within it. It says here on this hastily completed Placement Report that you're keen on being a disturbance to the peace. Is this correct miss Miller?" "No, I.. I mean I don't" she was stammering as she tried quickly to find the words she so desperately sought, "I.. I," "Try and relax miss Miller. I'm not here to hurt you. But I do hold the responsibility of punishing those that disturb the peace. Are you here to disturb the peace miss Miller?" "No, I," "Good. Then I'll expect you to..." "I don't belong here I was only talking to this girl and she yelled and..." "QUIET!" shouted Anderson, "One more word out of you and that gag goes back on! Do you understand me!?" "No! Please! I have this awful stench in my mouth that tastes like this thing the examiner had me put in my mouth and I.." "Hayes", was all Anderson had to say as one of the guards reinserted the gag into Brooke's mouth. "The guards will take you to your dorm miss Miller. Because we operate at full capacity and because of your unexpected appearance on our roster, you will have to make due with the space we have provided for you. Inside you will find your luggage and all of your reading materials. You will remain restrained until a guard comes to release you before your first class tomorrow. You've already missed orientation, therefore, it would be very unwise of you to miss class in the morning. The next time you see me will not be this pleasant. Do you understand?" "mmm" was all Brooke could respond as the guards whisked her away from the room, tears once again running from her tired brown eyes. ------------------------- "It says here we, like, have to, like, wear these things all the time or something" said Kim to Liz as she read from the VCS regulations book. "Where does it say that? Show me" snapped Liz as she pried the book from her roommates hands. Liz focused in closely on the words Kim had read. "It says only during training days, which basically means every day except Sunday". "Oh my gawd I way over-packed" quipped Kim. Liz looked at her new roommate, puzzled. Before her was what she invariably knew was a prime candidate for the VCS. Kim was a slender girl of Asian ancestry. Her hair was a beautiful silky jet black that shimmered as it swung down to her buttocks. She had a tiny round ass, and small perky tits that Liz would have killed for. Her face had an innocence that screamed naivety, and the smile it bore showed not an air of concern in the world. She was gorgeous, even against the hideous backdrop of their musty cement dorm room. She was everything Liz wasn't, including an idiot. "I hope, like, it doesn't get too cold here cause I, like,didn't pack any long sleeves. Do you, like, think they have a gym?" Of course they had a gym. Liz was sure of it because, unlike Kim, she could actually read. "Like, what bed do you, like, want?" Liz's face went from puzzled to perplexed as she looked around the room. It was a perfect square in which only three pieces of furniture existed. On either side of the room was a bed only large enough for one person. The beds were separated only at the head board by a four drawer cabinet. Above them hung a single light bulb. There were no windows. If they needed to use the toilet or shower, they had to use the communal bathrooms. If they were hungry, they were simply instructed to go the mess hall during meal times. "I don't care" mumbled Liz with a sigh. "Yay! I want this one!" Before she could say anything, Liz watched as Kim jumped onto one of the beds. God how she wishes she could have been paired with Vicky. ------------------------- Brooke watched as the guards carried her from Chief Anderson office to her knew bedroom. The building, she gathered must be massive. Most of what she saw was standard State architecture. Cheap block walls and exposed steel lined many of the hallways. Occasionally, they passed through what she could only imagine to be prewar architecture repaired to the lowest of the State's standards. She found strange comfort in the older rooms. Their wood paneling and peeling wallpaper reminded her of photos that her grandparents had shown her. It brought back fond memories of her time that she spent with them, especially after her mother and father died. She remembers how her grandfather would recount his time in the war, and how her grandmother made her feel proud to be a woman. She had spent her whole life in such fear of her final exams that her grandmother's stories gave solace when little else could. Oh how she wished she could have lived during her time. She wouldn't be here. She would be off at University studying medicine or law. Perhaps she'd be graduated and working on research that could change the world; a world free of the CPB, and the VCS, and the whole goddamned Order! But this was not the time that she was born into, and it was not in the world in which she lived. Fifteen minutes of intense weaving through various corridors had passed until the guards finally came to a stop. "It's locked", said one of the guards. "So fucking unlock it dumb ass", replied the other. "Josh has the keys man", responded the first guard. "Ugh. Luckily for you I have a spare. I wasn't about to carry this bitch all the way back up to the chief's office". The guard then reached into this pocket and produced a large key ring. "Got it", he said as he unlocked the door, "Next time I see Josh I'm going to.." Moans and screams filled the air. Brooke tried to look over her shoulder as best as she could, but to no avail. She knew what she was hearing, however. Somebody was fucking someone else. "Jesus Christ man!" shouted the first guard. The sound of sex didn't let up. "You couldn't of done that ANYWHERE else. Chief says we gotta make this place a dorm for this bitch". "Ahh..ugh.. in.. here..?", the panting voice said in between breaths while a woman reciprocated with load, hoarse, moans, "Just...ah..let..me.. ugh.. finish.." "Fuck it, I got shit to do" said the guard, "I'mma leave her in here. Don't fuck her and don't untie her, Chief's orders". The panting voice didn't respond as it continued to grow more vigorous. Brooke felt the guards carry her into the room, followed by a hard thud as they dropped her to the floor. Had she broken a bone? No, she thought, she had landed on a mattress on the floor. As she gathered what was happening, the guards quickly exited the room. To her disgust and bewilderment, she was laying pressed up against a pants-less guard. He knelt next to Brooke on the bed as he straddled a girl who lay completely naked under him. Both seemed to remain unphased during the entire ordeal. "Fuuuuckkkk meeee" she cried as her voice vibrated from the guards incessant thrusting. Brooke watched in horror as the pair's movement rubbed against her body, sweat and stench weeping into her clothes. Unable to move, unable to speak, and unable to turn her head, she watched as the guard tensed up and dug his hands into the young girls shoulders. "Ahhhhhhuggghh!!" he growled as his motion came suddenly to a stop. He held his hips tight against the her body as he gave two short and final thrusts. "Oh baby you were so goooood", said the girl in an fulsome tone. The guard said nothing. He merely pulled out, stood up, and buttoned his trousers. After a minute or so of buttoning and straightening his shirt, the re-uniformed guard walked to the doorway, and simply left. The girl remained on the mattress for a moment as she caught her breath. She looked over to Brooke who lay there beside her and, to Brooke's surprise, gave her a bewildered grin. "Who'd you piss off?" the girl said as she rose to her feet. She was thin and tan, with short blonde hair. Like Brooke, she had tiny hips and a small, almost flat, buttocks. But what astounded her the most was her overall appearance. She couldn't have been younger than eighteen, but she looked so much younger than the rest of all the girls. How could she possibly be so nonchalant? "Ugh stupid guards. They never use the proper rooms!" Her eyes roamed about the room as if she were looking for something. "No bed, no condom, no sink, no cleaning supplies. It's so frustrating when it happens in a place like this". Brooke was in tears. Was this what was to become of her? Was she to be some hog-tied rag doll to be raped by the guards at their every whim? As her thoughts were about to race uncontrollably, she noticed that underneath the girl were three open books. They seemed to have been tossed into the room. They were made worse by the fact that they had just been fucked upon. The girl bent down and picked-up a soft-cover book from the mattress. "I'm sorry but I can't walk around like this, you understand", and with that said, the girl began wiping her cum drenched snatch with the ripped and torn pages. "It's just the regs", she reassured her, "I tried not to get too much on the other ones but he pulled out kinda quick." When she finished absorbing the remaining semen, she politely set the book back onto the mattress and exited the room, closing the door behind her. To her relief, the nude girl had left the lights on for her. Brooke quickly scanned the room. The walls were made of damp brick, they seemed to have been laid decades ago. Her luggage was no where to be found. Other than the light that hung from the ceiling, Brooke's only other companion in the room was a monstrous sized furnace. It was then that she realized where she had been placed. The Chief, in his attempt to make room for one more recruit, had bunked her in a utility closet. Vice Control Service Ch. 02 Brooke lay there on her dirty mattress on the floor, next to her cum covered books, with the festering stench in her mouth now fermenting, starring at the door, praying that someone would walk through it and save her from this sudden nightmare.